The sun was starting to rise by the time I returned to my apartment.

It was small, but cozy with a great view of the city.

Still.

I felt too wired to sleep, so made myself a sandwich.

The stiff drink inflicted on the TV.

Hey, if morning television didn't make me drowsy, nothing would.

For 45 minutes I watched the news, whilst I devoured my sandwich in two large bites,

but it was all the same.

Vampire rights and the passing of the new Benson and Hodges bill.

Sying, I accepted my drink and joined the warmth of the good whiskey and flicking through

the channel.

Finally, coming to rest on a talk show, or some girl with sickly-looking skin argued with

another sickly-looking girl over a guy who looked dazed and confused, had even been there.

Still, I didn't hear a word of it.

How was lost to my own thoughts?

To bid on a show just like this that I had seen my very first vampire.

Must have been maybe six or seven at the time.

I remembered my father not being there, probably at work.

And my mother sat on the sofa, smoking another one of her endless cigarettes.

My mom had made some sort of remark about the guy on the TV, which had drawn my attention

from whatever game I'd been playing.

I remembered a guy being sat in a chair, all dressed in black leather, his skin pale.

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